By: Michael Lee

Copyright © 1999 by Michael Lee.  All rights reserved.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." - Shakespeare

Fall. It's my favorite time of year. The colors surrounding you change before your eyes as the sun moves through the sky, filtered by the thinning trees and slowly moving clouds. The suffocating heat has made way for the clean, cool autumn breezes and the frosty mornings awaken you with a snap. As I walked out the door on that cool morning two years ago, I could not have imagined the wonderful ride ahead. From that morning on, fall had a new meaning in my life. One that had nothing to do with the seasons, and everything to do the senses.

That evening, after I had put the kids in bed, but before my wife had arrived home from work, I logged onto the internet to take a look around. For some reason, I decided to check out one of the adult chat sites. I had visited there before, but the requests for keyboard lovers seemed slightly desperate, and the constant chaos was always distracting to me. So far, I had only watched. Tonight, only a few people were in the room. As I watched, an announcement was made that "Suzanne" had entered the room. Two words flashed on the screen, and my eyes blinked. "Hello, John." Immediately, I entered my reply. And we were off. I am sure the others in the room were scoffing at our obvious inexperience in this format. In fact, we chatted for an hour without exchanging one sexual innuendo. I can't honestly remember exactly what was said, but it didn't matter. At the end, when she said she had to leave, she asked to go private. She then asked if I wanted to e-mail her sometimes. I said that I would, as my fingers nervously typed in my answer. Thank God the keys couldn't feel the trembling in my fingertips. With a sudden flash, the address was there. And I had stepped into a new world.

The next evening, I sent her a note, thanking her for taking the time to talk the night before. Her reply arrived the next day. As I stared at her name in the in box, I considered the possibilities. Was she telling me to drop dead and leave her alone? Or, could she be interested in me? Never has one name carried so much potential. I clicked, and our relationship opened before my eyes.

Almost immediately, we began writing each other every day. We talked about everything, and nothing. We talked about our most private fears, and our most erotic fantasies. By the end of the first week, she confessed that "Suzanne" wasn't her real name. Her name was Renee. As each day went by, we kept finding common threads tying us together across the miles. We thought alike, acted alike, even dreamed alike. We would wake up at the same time during the night, and we could read each other's emotions just from the phrasing in a simple hello. It was so strange, completely unlike anything I had ever experienced or expected. Until I met her, I thought the only people to get involved in internet relationships were the lonely souls searching for someone to talk to. But here we were. Although I had not been looking, I had found it. And now, I didn't want to go back to the life I had before Renee.

The thrill I experienced each time I turned on my computer was delicious. So different from anything I had felt before. And just to read characters on the screen. But it wasn't the characters that made me start to care for her. It was the way she assembled them, always reaching to my heart, content to tell me everything about herself. And I could tell she always spoke the truth. I know that I did. Why should we lie? All we really knew about each other was our first names, and the states we lived in. You can pick up on a lie when every word spoken is captured in the only memory that doesn't fade. Only true genius can pull off a series of lies over a sustained period of time.

One of the strangest things about our relationship was the lack of direct sex talk. Although we had met in an adult chat room, we had never tried cyber-sex. I don't know why, exactly. I think we both knew that we needed more from each other. Strangers can speak the right words to each other, and feel a certain satisfaction as their mutual sexual releases are obtained. But Renee and I wanted more. We wanted the true eroticism of completely knowing the other, down to the tiniest degree. We talked about sex of course, but we limited it to discussions about our partners, and our likes, dislikes, and fantasies. However, even if we talked all day about everything but sex, it was always there, smoldering just below the surface. She always excited me.

One day, during one of our discussions, she mentioned that she made a yearly trip to see "Thunder Over Louisville", the largest inland fireworks display in the nation. That's when the thought entered my head. And that is where it stayed for the next several months. By now, we had acquired a habit of meeting for various "dates". They always required that we do the same thing at the same time. We called it "sharing the same space". For our first date, we met on our respective decks, to sit, think of each other, and stare at the full moon. And I felt the connection to her. I could feel her eyes looking at the hunter's moon, as her soul searched for mine across the blackness surrounding us. I sent her a kiss along with my soul that night.

One of our favorite dates became our "love night". Sometimes, we would agree to masturbate at the same time, on the same night, then we would write each other, sharing our thoughts and actions. Or we would agree to make love with our partners, but we were to think only of each other. It would be her that I would slip inside of. And it would be me who brought her to a shuddering climax. The intensity of those nights became almost too much to bear. I had to concentrate to keep from shouting out her name as my orgasm erupted inside my oblivious wife. But my mind screamed her name, as I know hers did as well. The heavens above us were filled with the unspoken cries of passions. I kept her description of our first "love night", and I still read it from time to time. I have never read anything so powerfully erotic. On one late winter's eve, I took out her letter of that first night and began to read the now familiar words:

"Despite the mild weather it was still quite cool in my house. Maybe because it's a brick home. I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot water felt heavenly. As I stood under the spray watching the water run over my breasts, I began to think about what we were about to do. As I watched, my nipples started to pucker and harden. I gently touched them between my fingers, imagining they were your fingers playing with them.

"I wanted to make myself ready for you. I washed my hair, and then I filled the tub and slipped down into the warm water. I shaved my legs, and then I continued up my leg. I moved to the edge of the tub. I sprayed a generous amount of foam on my hand and spread it all over my outer pussy lips and inside my thighs. I remembered you saying how you loved it when your wife shaved her pussy and I smiled to myself. As I continued to shave and remove the white cream, I reached down with my hand and stroked the slick skin. My mind must have been wandering because I realized I had removed more than I had intended. After rinsing off and getting out of the tub, I wrapped a towel around me and headed up to my room.

"I shut the door and jumped into the bed still wrapped in the towel, and covered up with the quilts. The sheets were freezing. I pulled the covers over my head and let my breath help to warm me. I ran my hands up and down my body trying to create warmth while imagining they were your hands. Finally I started to warm and pulled my head out from under the blanket. I pulled back the towel and let my hands roam more freely. I grazed my hands over my nipples, kneading and cupping my breasts. Gently pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingers. When my pussy muscles responded to the stimulation I let my hand move lower. I took my finger and stroked down between my lips. I was already wet. Maybe partially from the shave, maybe because I was thinking about what it would be like to watch you while you were stroking yourself.

"I brought two fingers to my mouth and I coated them with spit. I was so turned on by the thoughts of what we were doing. My clit was already exposed and waiting for me to stroke it. I gently rubbed it back and forth and then in small circles around it. I wanted your hands to be doing it. The sensitivity of my newly shaven parts felt wonderful. I tightened my muscles (as I'm doing as I write this) and released them. Gripping your imaginary cock. I still had not placed a finger inside of myself.

"Already I knew it wouldn't take long and I'd be coming. I continued to move my right hand on my clit. My left hand brushed lightly back and forth over my opening. I felt the wetness trickling out. I placed two fingers there and slowly pushed in. Just barely in. It felt so tight. My fingers were working furiously on my clit. My left hand moved in slightly more and I gripped my fingers.

"John, I swear I knew what you were doing. I could feel you. And I could feel I was getting close. No matter where I touched, how fast I moved my fingers, now slick with my juices, in and out of my pussy, I was going to come. I took several deep breaths trying to delay it, but it was useless. I felt the tightening start deep inside. I knew you felt it too. This was for you. I felt my orgasm taking over me. I moaned loudly as my fingers continued. Gradually I slowed them. I kept the two fingers inside of me. My heart was beating quickly, and I was now sweating beneath the two quilts. That had felt wonderful. And I wished I was there watching you achieve your release.

"Finally I got up and got dressed, stopped and picked up your e-mails, and went to work. All the while I was there I was thinking about what had happened this morning, and I was looking forward to the second part of our date later. I was so turned on imagining you making love to your wife in a position that I had picked.

"Eventually I drove over to Jeff's house. We had decided to get something to eat, but when I walked in the door I discovered that he had an emergency at work that needed his attention. I went home to straighten things up, and by the time I got back to his place he was sleeping on the couch. I didn't have the heart to wake him. I climbed into bed thinking I'd missed our date.

"At two in the morning he finally came to bed. Immediately I was awake. I had been sleeping on my side facing away from his end of the bed. I turned my head to him as he climbed into bed. He asked me why I didn't wake him and I told him I knew he'd been up since early that morning and I thought he needed the sleep. He snuggled up behind me. I had him right where I wanted him. Right where I had felt you the night before. I started rubbing his thigh and hip.

"He surprised me by reaching behind me and he started stroking my pussy and playing with my clit. Soon he had his fingers inside of me. I wondered if everything had worked out with you and Kim. He brought his knee up between my legs and braced his hand on it and I proceeded to slide up and down on his fingers as he played with my clit with his other hand.

"All the while I had been stroking his cock. It was very hard now. I could tell he was getting just as excited as I was. He was almost gasping for breath. I was so close to coming and I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to feel what I knew Kim had felt. I wanted you inside me when I came. He maneuvered us into position, but he wouldn't enter me. He only took the tip of his cock and pressed it just into me. When I asked him why, he said he wanted to feel me gripping just the head as I came. By then I didn't care. I was too close to argue or back down. His fingers continued on my clit while my muscles tightened and released until I let him know with a groan that I could wait no more. Every muscle in my body tensed and I knew the same had happened to Kim earlier. He continued rubbing me until I pushed his hand away. At some point I realized he still had not come.

"He asked me to move onto all fours. I rolled away from him, spreading my legs and presenting my backside. He entered me from behind and then I leaned back into him, drawing my knees almost to my chest. I reached underneath and caressed his balls as he slowly pumped into me. I stroked his cock as it slid in and out of me. In this position even I could feel how tight I was. I started to play with myself and he started to really go at it, and it was at that point that I knew it wasn't him fucking me. It was you making love to me. It had been different all along. It was you bringing me this pleasure, perhaps in a dream. The knowledge and intensity was enough to make me orgasm again. And I just kept coming. He kept moving until he finally groaned and released his cum, our cum, into me.

"He pulled out of me and I couldn't move. Slowly I uncoiled myself tried to catch my breath. He covered me with the blanket, rolled away from me and in minutes was snoring. I just lay there awake for a long time thinking about you and I. Thinking about the relationship between him and I. The sex we had just shared had been wonderful. But something was missing. I just don't know what it is. But thank you, John. Our evening was so special to me. I hope it is just the beginning."

Turns out that it was just the beginning for us. Our "love dates" became a weekly occurrence, and our partner's had no clue. I guess they liked the sudden increase in desire that we both displayed. We asked each other to try new and exciting things with our partners, everything from anal sex to light bondage. And we always told each other everything, in great detail. Still, we never had direct sex while on-line. But somehow, it was more exciting this way.

I suppose I should have felt guilty about betraying my wife of eleven years. After all, I was involved with another woman. Although we weren't having a physical affair, my heart had already begun to stray. To have such an emotional attachment to someone other than your wife is, in many ways worse than having sex with a stranger. I had deep feelings for Renee, feelings I didn't share with Kim. Kim and I are so different. Although we share the common ties of a shared history, she and I move to different rhythms. I shag while she waltzes. I laugh while she cries. I whisper, but she hears a shout. I know the old cliché that opposites attract. While we had our similarities, the differences fueled our fires for quite some time. But those same differences now burn away at the ties holding us together. We had even discussed divorce a few years back, before deciding that what we had was worth saving. For the sake of our shared history, and especially for our children. After a few rough years, we had recommitted ourselves to each other, and vowed it was forever. But here I was, betraying her love in a way she would never understand. Renee was my weakness. She and I were so alike. Our connection to each other pulled us together. Renee became my partner in spirit, just as Kim was my partner in life. And I couldn't stop. I knew I was cheating on Kim, but I had found something special to me, something that had been missing, and I couldn't walk away. I vowed to keep Renee in my heart, for as long as she would have me.

Thunder Over Louisville. My mind kept going back to her words, the obvious excitement she felt as she described the festival. She had been four straight years, and was planning on making it five in a row. And it hit me. I knew what I wanted. Just once, I wanted to be at the same place as she, to breathe the same air, to see what she sees. As she told me more and more about her plans for the trip this year, I began to make plans of my own. My children love fireworks. And "Thunder Over Louisville" is one of the largest fireworks displays in the nation. The sound system is hailed as the world's largest, and the party factor is an all time high. The celebration takes place every year in the spring, kicking off the start of Derby season. Over 600,000 people attend the show, and the festivities include seven hours of celebrations including an air show before concluding with the fireworks spectacular. I asked my wife about it, and to my delight, she agreed to go. I made the reservations and started to e-mail Renee immediately about my plans. But something made me stop. As I sat staring at the words on the screen, I decided to erase the mail. I knew her, and I cared deeply for her. But we were still only strangers, strangers who had never spoken with one another. Strangers who had never seen one another. We had never seriously considered meeting. Perhaps she would be frightened by my sudden desire to see her. But I knew that I should go to satisfy myself. My motivations were pure. I just wanted to share her space.

We left on a Thursday and made the trip in just under seven hours. The kids were terribly excited and to tell the truth so was I. We unloaded our bags and took a look around. There were cars and people everywhere. The streets were already getting that happy festival air about. Smiling faces were everywhere. I could see why she loved it so much. Another piece to the puzzle was sliding into place. We spent the day scouting out viewing locations for the big event. Since it takes place alongside the shores of the Ohio River, there was a multitude of places to choose from. Problem was 600,000 others would be fighting for the same spot. Finally, I decided on The Harbor Lawn and Linear Park. That way the kids could have lots of places to roam as we waited for the show.

As the hours counted down, I began to scan the faces of the gathering crowds. Renee and I had never exchanged pictures. I guess we didn't want to risk losing the illusions we had built up over our time together. It is like seeing the picture of your favorite radio host. Somehow, it is never quite what you expected. But as I watched the sea of faces stream past, I felt strangely calm and assured. I would know her if I saw her. There wasn't any doubt in my mind. But with people spread across a hundred acres of riverfront, the odds that she would stroll past me were astronomical.

As the darkness fell around us, I looked up to see the faint outline of Comet Hyakutake. The comet had been a nightly visitor to our hemisphere for a few weeks now, as it made it's long journey around the sun. Comets are the wandering, lost children of our solar system. They leave for generations, making great distances in their elliptical orbits, but the sun's pull is too strong. Inevitably, they return to dance hand in hand with its partner, the sun, if only for the briefest amount of time. For a short time, they shine brilliantly in the sky, making all that see it stare in wonder and amazement, only to disappear again, leaving a memory to last a lifetime. I had spent many nights gazing at the great comet, pondering its journey around the sun. It will be 14,000 years before it makes its return to our sky. As I glanced at the comet's faint glow, I suddenly saw her. It had to be Renee, for it could be no other. There standing only a few paces away and slightly to my side, was a large group of people with their lawn chairs, tables, and blankets scattered about. There were seniors, parents, and kids of all ages running about. And there, sitting in the middle with her hands around the shoulders of a man seated in front of her, was Renee. She was radiant, a vision of loveliness, with soft auburn hair touching the tops of her shoulders. The way she smiled reminded me of her letters to me, always bright, and full of an energy that the screen could not suppress. I heard her laughter as she threw her head back in joy. I could see how those around her were brightened by her presence, and her spirit. No matter how I tried, I couldn't wrestle my eyes from her. It had to be her. But I had to know for sure.

Fate was kind to me that night. He had played a cruel trick on us by allowing us to meet despite the commitments and vows we had taken to others. Destiny has a sense of humor, and by letting me fall for her, it laughed at me knowing the impossibility of it all. But fate and destiny are not intentionally cruel, and the choices you make when presented with fate's temptations are the fibers that dreams are woven from. I took the thread from destiny's clutches and decided to stitch my own dream. As Renee turned and spoke to her partner, I turned and spoke to mine. I followed as she walked away from her group towards the concessions.

She walked with a purpose in her stride. I could tell by the way she held her head high, and by her determined gait that she was a confident young lady. Somehow I imagined that she knew I was following her, although that would be impossible. But she seemed expectant of something. She kept turning her head and looking around as if searching for something.

Suddenly, she turned slightly and walked towards the end of the line forming at one of the concession stands. I immediately walked up and took my place directly behind her. It was now or never. I had to take the chance that my hunch was correct. Life gives you only a few chances to make a decision based on your instincts. Our lives are so different from our ancestors. We have been programmed to react only after careful consideration of the impact of our actions. Today, we seem to be paralyzed by our inaction. I was not going to let that spoil the belief in my hunch that this girl, one of tens of thousands here, was actually my Renee. I reached out, and took her hand in mine.

The feeling as our fingers touched was electric. She didn't move her head, but she intertwined her fingers around mine. Her hand cradled mine as she gently squeezed. I whispered to her, one word.

"Renee."

She didn't move. But she didn't release my hand either.

"Renee, it's me, John."

She reacted as if she had seen a ghost. She drew in her breath in an audible gasp as she slightly trembled under my hand. I put my hands around her waist and leaned forward, kissing her lightly on her neck. She turned her head and softly moaned under her breath. We were completely oblivious to the people around us. Slowly she turned her head towards mine and our eyes locked together. Finally, after all this time, I was looking directly into her lovely blue eyes. The eyes that I had dreamed of. The eyes that knew me, long before seeing me. She reached up and took my face in her hands.

"Oh, God. It is you." Tears were streaming from her eyes as she looked at me. "I can't believe it, but it's really you."

"Yeah, baby, it's me. Are you surprised?"

"I should be, but for some reason, I'm not. I just can't believe that it is really you. With me. I never thought I would get to see you, and now you're here."

"Yes, I am here. I came here just for you. Can we go somewhere and talk?"

She took my hand and led me away from the crowd. We walked about a hundred yards into an area that had some small trees and shrubs and was almost empty. The view of the impending firework show was partially obscured, so the throngs had left it empty. For us, it was perfect. We sat on the grass in a small area surrounded by the foliage. With darkness falling around us, we were practically invisible.

Renee immediately leaned into me, kissing me passionately, her tongue searching for mine as we locked in an emotional embrace. She pushed me down as she stretched her body on top of mine. The feel of her warmth on me, the smell of her hair, and softness of her body were pushing all thoughts of anything other than her far out of my mind. I had traveled a great distance, both in body and in soul to be here with her, and now the dream was finally to be realized. Destiny had fulfilled its promise as our love was introduced through our kisses.

My heart erupted inside my chest as my hands explored her. She was so soft and feminine, yet so passionate and urgent. Things were getting out of hand as she reached down and placed her hand directly on my stiff cock. Somehow, I knew where I would be when I decided to take this trip. I knew I would find her, and I would love her. Then I would make love to her. And now, it was time for the third act of our drama. She had been loved first. I knew that now. I had loved her from the beginning, I just couldn't use the word. The word wouldn't fit because our relationship laughed in the face of the traditional ones that have been accepted. Love couldn't be found across the miles, over the thin wires and cables connecting an increasingly disconnected world. Could it? But here I was, in the arms of a girl that until five minutes ago, I had never seen. And now, I was going to make love to her. Surrounded my hundreds of thousands of people. My wife less than a few hundred yards away. Now, we were too involved with each other to care.

As she rubbed my cock, I reached up and pulled her shirt over her head. The first sight of her bra-covered breasts was worth the wait. She was very proud of herself, and thrust them at me with a look of lust on her face. I took the hint and cupped each one in my hands. I could feel her firm nipple under the lace as they responded to her desire and to my touch. As I ran my hands around the sides of her lovely mounds, I slipped my fingers under the tight material, exploring the delicate softness. She could stand no more and reached up to remove her bra. The sight of her over me, her tits hanging down, and the sounds of people talking all around us, was incredible. I had never been so turned on, and I could tell she was feeling the same.

As we kissed some more, she straddled my cock and began to grind her hips on me. I could imagine her pussy as she had described it to me. The soft, red hair framing her delicate mound. The lovely, thick outer lips, cleanly shaven. Her little clit, hard and aching for the attention she longed for. I couldn't wait to see it now. And I couldn't wait to feel her tightness, her warmth, and her wetness. And now, I wouldn't have to wait any longer.

Renee broke our kiss just long enough to remove her shorts and her panties. She then climbed back on top and resumed her suffocating kisses. She was grinding her now exposed pussy on the rough material of my shorts. I reached around her and grabbed her smooth bottom, exploring the texture and firmness of her lovely hips. My finger traced its way between her cheeks and I probed further down until I had the tip of my finger directly on her wet pussy. She arched her back, allowing me to push my finger into her hot opening. I cannot describe the softness I felt inside her. It was as if I had placed my finger directly into her very soul. I loved the feeling of the silky walls surrounding my finger. The very warmth and wetness I had dreamed of so many lonely nights. As we kissed, she moaned into my open mouth, and I could feel her squirming on my confined cock. The rough material against her clit, and my finger moving inside her brought her to the edge. She broke her kiss as she spoke to me.

"Oh, John. Oh, yes. You feel so good here. I can't believe this is happening. And I, I am going to come. Hold me, baby. Ohhh, yess. Ohhhhhh, God, yesss."

And with a quiet cry, she came. I could feel the contractions deep in her pussy as her passion consumed her. She closed her eyes, and thrust herself on me as her hips rolled around my finger. I will never forget the sight of her, lost in passion, coming just for me.

As she descended from her peak, she kissed me again. Deeply, softly. Her kisses were tastes of heaven. Whispered hints of pleasure that only she could fulfill. But the pleasures had to be satisfied. We had come too far to stop now. She again broke our kiss and looked into my eyes, smiling at the look of love she received. She reached out with her tongue and softly flicked it across my lips, as she disengaged her hips from mine. She made her way down across my chest, playfully kissing the areas beneath her lovely lips. Down she went, until she was directly over my crotch. She reached out and unsnapped my shorts, pulling them down as she moved even lower. As she removed them from my ankles, she brought her mouth down on my cotton-covered shaft. She took the length of it into her mouth, playfully biting me through the material. After a few teasing nips, she pulled the waistband down and freed my aching cock.

Immediately, she placed the tip into her hungry mouth and began to flick her tongue on the sensitive tip. She kept just the head in her mouth, but her hands began to perform their magic as well. She cupped my balls in her small hand, as she jacked my shaft with the other. The sensation of her dancing tongue was incredible. She knew exactly what I liked, and she obviously had been practicing. Her technique and enthusiasm were more than I could bear. Suddenly, she peeked up at me, my cock stuck halfway down her throat. The sight was incredible. Such a lovely mouth stuffed full of my cock. She was smiling up at me as she took more of my length down her lovely throat. When she hit her limit, she backed off, and I watched as my glistening shaft emerged from her mouth. She pulled off until only the tip of her tongue remained in contact with my cock. Her tongue flicked across the tip, before descending to lick her way down the underside of my shaft. She stopped to take my balls into her mouth, while she gave my shaft several firm strokes with her hand. As she licked her way back to the tip, she again popped the head inside her mouth.

This time, she went at me with a fire in her eyes and a thirst for my cum. She sucked me like no one before, working me over completely with a combination of lips, tongue, and hands. Faster and faster she went, attacking me as if she wanted to prove something to me. Her intentions were to make me come, and come hard. I didn't let her down. As the pressure inside me reached the breaking point, I could no longer contain my words or my cum. Both erupted from me as her talents achieved their desired results.

"Oh, God, Renee. I'm gonna come. Ahhh, . . .ahhhh, . . ., oh yeah, Oh God, baby, you are so hot. Oh yeah, suck it. That's it. Ahhhhh."

I flooded her mouth with my love as she happily kept up the pace with her mouth and tongue. She swallowed every drop, and went back for more. I had never been sucked right after I had come, and the feeling was incredibly intense. My cock was extremely sensitive to her movements, and before long, she sensed the swelling return. She stopped her movements, and held my shaft still in her warm mouth. As I returned to my fully aroused condition, she had to back my cock out of her mouth. She again looked up at me and smiled as she removed my fully erect member from her wet lips.

"How was that?"

"Oh, God, Renee, that was . . . amazing. How on earth did you learn that? I have never . . ."

"Shhh, sweetie. I did that just for you. I knew what you would like. Do you know what I would like?"

"Oh, yes. I think I do. Now, it's my turn."

I sat up and turned her around. I placed her on all fours, and moved around behind her. She turned to look at me over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass at me. I lowered my face to her bottom, nuzzling my nose into her as I made my way lower. Her pussy was wide open to me, presenting a lovely view between her round cheeks. I reached under her to rub her clit as my tongue licked her shaved lips. She cried out and bit her lip to keep from making too much noise. The sight of her lovely pussy, so open and exposed to me, made my cock swell with anticipation. Her lips were slightly open due to the position of her legs, and I could see straight into her core. The scent of her hot pussy was everywhere as I placed my nose directly into her slit. My tongue reached out to taste her sweetness, and I coated my lips with her honey. As I lapped at her, she reached back to help me work on her clit. Our fingers worked in unison on her delicate folds, as my tongue and lips devoured her hidden charms. Her wetness flowed from her, filling the air with her heavenly perfume, marking my lips as hers forever. She pushed back at me, moving her ass in slow circles, taking the lead in my feast even as I held her hips tightly in my grip. She came quickly, almost violently, shaking as her pleasure took its grip. Her soft moans belied the passions we each felt as we were finally joined in the most intimate of ways. I had consumed her love, just as she had consumed mine. We now knew each other completely, and had traded our most intimate secretions during our feast of love.

I pulled myself up to my knees and prepared for the final act. She was still on her knees, legs spread, thighs glistening with her wetness. Renee knew that it was coming, but neither wanted the anticipation to end. We had been building to this moment since that fateful October day under the full moon. And now that it was here, I didn't want it to end. As I stood there, taking in her beauty and the splendid offering she was making, I feared that although our moment to dance together was here, it was exactly like the comet's long journey to the sun. One brief, shining moment together, followed by an eternity of separation. We would spin away from each other as soon as the moment ended, driven apart by the same forces that pulled us together. But, like gravity, our destiny could not be denied. We had cheated fate to be here, but now fate had caught on. Taking destiny by the hand, I moved forward, then up and into her tight confines. We let out low moans of gratification, as our passions were finally sealed. It was right. We had known all along that it would be, but the truth could now be told. The perfect fit of our hearts had now been matched by the fit of our bodies. It was as if her pussy had been made only for me. The feeling of her as she tightened around my shaft brought new meaning to the words that I could not speak. The words I had felt yet never expressed. We had danced around many things, and as I began to move inside her, feeling the delicious warmth enveloping my cock, I knew that the time had come to step off the dance floor and face the truth. The truth that I loved her. The truth that I had fallen in love with her the day we had met. In the coldest of locations, alone, connected only to her warm soul through the passionless cables of the internet, I had fallen.

As I increased the tempo of our union, the love I felt was equaled only by my lustful hunger for her body. She was lost in her passions, her eyes tightly closed as she whimpered and cried under my long, steady strokes. Her hand reached back to savor the sensations, to experience the feeling of our bodies merging, becoming one. She softly caressed my balls as she felt my shaft moving in and out of her pussy. She rubbed us both into a high state of desire, and as my pace quickened even more, she searched for her release. Her fingers strummed her clit as my pounding increased. I was now fucking her with an intensity unrivaled with any previous lover. On and on it went. Each of us lost in our own worlds, yet forever connected by the experience we were sharing. I could feel her as she came. She froze as I fucked her, and I watched her bottom tense with the contractions of her orgasm. The pressure around my cock increased dramatically as her muscles clenched with the rhythm of her climax. As she came down from her crest, I slowly pulled out of her.

"Oh no, don't stop. I'm not finished," she panted, concerned that I had completed the act.

"I'm not stopping yet," I assured her. "I want to look in your eyes as I come. I need to be looking at you, and I need to see your face so I can always remember this moment."

"Okay. I understand. I need that too, I think."

I sat down and pulled her on top of me. She straddled my cock and guided it inside with her hand. We locked eyes as she sunk down on my shaft, slowly filling her core with my hardness. Our hips met as I was fully engulfed by her warmth. She leaned to me and we kissed, but our eyes remained opened. She took the lead and began to fuck me, rocking her hips on my cock, rubbing her clit with her fingers.

"Oh, fuck me John. Ohhh, . . . God . . . yess. Fuck me, sweetie. I still can't believe it. You are fucking . . .me."

I couldn't take the sight of her riding my cock, her blue eyes locked into mine. It was now or never. I had to tell her. "Oh, God, Renee, I love you so much. Do you know that now? I love you, Renee. I always have. From the day we met. And from now on."

She stopped moving and just stared at me. A small tear appeared at the corner of her eye, and she leaned forward and hugged my neck with a strength that told me all I needed to know.

"Oh, sweetie. I love you, too. I love you so much."

We stayed that way, holding each other, her tears falling on my shoulders. But we had to finish what we had started. Slowly, she started moving on my cock again. As she regained her passion, her hunger returned. She fucked me with renewed energy and I could feel the love inside her as she rode me. I announced to her that I was going to come, and she begged me to finish inside her. I grabbed her by the hips as I thrust my cock as deep as I could. Her pussy twitched around my shaft as I filled her with my cum. As I emptied inside her she took me in her arms and held me, cradling me to her chest. It was over. We had completed the journey. The ending was thrilling, yet I immediately sensed the loss. Her mood quickly changed as she realized what was next. She looked at me, and smiled.

"This is it, isn't it John?"

I wanted to lie to her. To tell her that we could meet again, that we could give up our lives and commitments to have each other. But we had never lied to one another, and I couldn't start now.

"Yes, Renee. It is. You know I love you, but I have made too many promises to change our future. I have a family that needs me and I can't leave them alone. This wasn't their fault, and I can't make them suffer. It's my cross to bear. The pain should be mine alone. I am so sorry that I brought you into this. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Oh, John. I know. I have always known. There were just too many things in our way. I have my own promises, my own family to take care of. I knew that this could never be. But I love you and that I can't deny. And I don't want to lose you like this."

"You haven't lost me. You will always have me, right where I have always been. If you want me, that is. Do you still want me to be there for you? Even though we know we can't be together?"

"Yes, I do. Will you stay with me?"

"Yes, Renee. I will. I will always be with you."

She sat up straight, nodding her head slightly as if making a decision. "Then that's it. Well, John we had better get back. They will think that we have been kidnapped or something. Oh, God, look at me. I'm a mess."

She looked down at the cum pouring from her messy pussy. She was right, we had made quite a mess, and had no way to clean up. But I had an idea. I lifted her from me and laid her on her back.

"I'll clean you up, Renee. Just relax, and close your eyes."

She looked at me for a long time as I buried my face in her messy pussy. As my tongue reached out to taste our love, she let out a soft moan of approval. I softly licked her clean, savoring the last taste I would have of my girl. I cleaned her completely, and in the process gave her one last orgasm. As my tongue dipped out the last drops from deep inside of her, she shuddered and came, crying out my name. I will never forget that final cry.

After I had finished, we stood and got dressed. Neither spoke. We had said all that was needed. As she pulled on her shirt, I grabbed her and kissed her one last time. She stared in my eyes, and turned to leave, smiling that lovely smile that remains the centerpiece of my memory of her. She turned and quickly left our spot. I waited a few minutes, then followed her out into the real world. As I walked towards my family, I saw a single shell launch from a barge in the river, signaling the start of the show. I reached my wife as the first rocket exploded in the night sky above me. She put her arm around me and hugged me tight. The kids were screaming at me, laughing with delight as the sky erupted in thunder and flame. As the rockets continued the barrage, I would look over to Renee. She would turn, and we would lock eyes again. That smoldering look of love will stay with me for eternity.

Fate had played his hand like the champion he is. Renee and I had given him a run for his money, I thought, as I stared at my love across the way. Maybe, in a different time and place, things could have worked out differently. But the very things that had drawn us together now kept us apart. Our unyielding trust, love and honesty had pulled us closer to one another than any one else on this earth. But the sense of loyalty and honor to our respective promises, made long ago, before we had found each other, kept us apart in the end. And for that, I loved her even more. I don't think she would have approved of my weakness if I had left my family alone. I don't think she could have lived with herself if she abandoned those who needed her as well.

But in spite of all that, I was satisfied with what we had found. Despite the odds, we had found each other, and we had fallen for each other. I will always have her, and she will always have me. At least we had that much. Many people do not even have that. And for that, I am truly thankful. I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

As the spectacular ended, the crowd roared its approval. We, along with tens of thousands of other, began to assemble the items belonging to our pack. I stopped for a moment and watched as Renee and her man walked away from me, arm in arm. She turned, and caught my eye one last time. As she disappeared into the crowd, I could feel the tightening in my heart, and I knew the answer to the question that had bothered me so long.

Since early in our relationship, Renee and I had struggled to put a name on it. We needed a label, something to neatly place it in the correct location in our lives. I couldn't call it love, although I suspected that was what it was. There were too many inconsistencies with the historical definition of love. Chiefly, we had never even seen one other. We didn't know where the other lived, nor did we know the other's last name. But I still felt something with her. And now I knew what it was.

The fall. That in a nutshell, is it. You know what I mean. That is what we all say. Oh, she has fallen in love. Or, he has fallen for her. We've heard it a million times. Usually the fall signifies the feeling of falling in love. But to me, it is not the loss of one's ability to resist it, to fall to its power, as is the common perception. Rather it is the feeling I had when I fell for Renee. A delicious sensation, equaled perhaps only by the rush of adrenaline one gets from the sudden drop of a roller coaster, or the sustained lightness in your belly as you leap from the airplane, a parachute strapped safely to your back. That was the feeling I had each time I read the words on the screen that she had sent me. That was the feeling I had as I made love to her. And that was the feeling I had as I watched her walk away. A terrifying, yet delicious feeling. And one I will never forget. The fall.

THE END

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